Stacked

This was the rounds we didn't get split before winter. Our store is still pretty full too. They were in the middle of the yard under a tarp all winter and I knew I wanted it moved. With husband calving I also knew they wouldn't be split anytime soon so I thought I'd just stack them there. Honestly if I'd known how much there was I probably wouldn't have done it. There was twice as much as I thought there was funny how a higglety pile looked less than a neat stack. Plenty of firewood anyway! The dogs enjoyed mooching about outside while I stacked. 

“The greatest gift of life on the mountain is time. Time to think or not think, read or not read, scribble or not scribble — to sleep and cook and walk in the woods, to sit and stare at the shapes of the hills. I produce nothing but words; I consumer nothing but food, a little propane, a little firewood. By being utterly useless in the calculations of the culture at large I become useful, at last, to myself.” ~ Philip Connors